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Once in a Lifetime Romance

My love, my ever charming and endearing love, my heart is yours

You are the one who opens all my windows, who opens all my doors

My love, my peace-giving love, your kind hands are healing

You are the one who enables me to expose myself and never thinks I'm too revealing


You have not only my heart, but my grace and fight and tears

You have my sorrows, my joys, my lonely nights, and my fears

All of me you have, the better of me and the worst of me

All of me you have, who I was, who I am, and who I will be 


You do not kiss me with the 3 second kiss on the screen

You kiss me instead with simple kindness, giving your soul to me

You do not embrace me in the park, at the height of musical score

You embrace me in the hallway, in the kitchen, and at the door


Your words to me are never flowery or written by Shakespeare or Nicholas Sparks

Sometimes your words are a look of "I love you" as you hold me in the dark

You do not buy me chocolates that hurt your wallet or flowers that end up dead

What you do is give me something lasting and simple like butter and homemade bread


They say that home is where the heart is, so my home must be with you

You're my once in a lifetime romance, the one who sees me as new

They say love means never having to say you're sorry, but I don't know

Because we are always apologizing and in that, our love continues to grow


Love is often seen as grand gestures, whimsical looks, pomp, and circumstance

It's unpopular to see love as a simple something that guides, comforts, and understands

Why should love be loud, exhilarating, dangerous, bold, or in a rush?

Why can't it be simplicity and peace, something unspoken and hushed?


My love, you are unwavering in all your efforts to support and encourage me

You are more than everything I could have picked for you to be

You are a man of few speeches, cheesy gifts, or movie-like dances

Instead you are one of those once in a lifetime romances. 


A realistic one at that.





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